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But Satyrane forth stepping did them stay, Yet n'ote their hungry vew be satisfide,
And with faire treaty pacifide their yre:

But, seeing, still the more desir'd to see,
Then, when they were accorded from the fray, And ever firmely fixed did abide
Against that castles lord they gan conspire, In contemplation of divinitee:
To heape on him dew vengeaunce of his hire. But most they mervaild at her chevalree
They beene agreed, and to the gates they goe And noble prowesse which they had apprord,
To burn the same with unquenchable fire,

That much they faynd to know who she mote bee; And that uncurteous carle, their commune foe, Yet none of all them her thereof amov'd ; To doe fowle death to die, or wrap in grievous woe. Yet every one her likte, and every one her lov’d. Malbecco seeing them resolvd in deed

And Paridell, though partly discontent To flame the gates, and hearing them to call With his late fall and fowle indignity, For fire in earnest, ran with fearefull speed, Yet was soone wonne his malice to relent, And, to them calling from the castle wall, Through gratious regard of her faire eye, Besought them humbly him to beare withall, And knightly worth which he too late did try, As ignorant of servants bad abuse

Yet tried did adore. Sapper was dight; And slacke attendaunce unto straungers call. Then they Malbecco prayd of courtesy, The knights were willing all things to excuse, That of his lady they might have the sight Though nought belev’d, and entraunce late did not And company at meat, to doe them more delight refuse.

But he, to shifte their curious request, They beene ybrought into a comely bowre,

Can causen why she could not come in place; And servd of all things that mote needfull bee; Her crased helth, her late recourse to rest, Yet secretly their hoste did on thein lowre,

And humid evening ill for sicke folkes cace : And welcomde more for feare then charitee; But none of those excuses could take place; But they dissembled what they did not see, Ne would they eate, till she in presence came: And welcomed themselves. Each gan undight Shee came in presence with right comely grace, Their garments wett, and weary armour free,

And fairely them saluted, as became, To dry themselves by Vulcanes flaming light,

And shewd herselfe in all a gentle courteons dame. And eke their lately bruzed parts to bring in plight. And eke that straunger knight emongst the rest

They sate to meat; and Satyrane his chaunce Was for like need enforst to disaray:

Was her before, and Paridell beside ; Tho, whenas vailed was her lofty crest,

But he himselfe sate looking still askaunce Her golden locks, that were in tramells gay

Gainst Britomart, and ever closely eide Upbounden, did themselves adowue display

Sir Satyrane, that glaunces might not glide: And raught unto her heeles; like sunny beames,

But his blinde eie, that sided Paridell, That in a cloud their light did long tiine stay,

All his demeasnyre from his sight did hide: Their vapour vaded, shewe their golden gleames,

On her faire face so did he feede his fill, And through the persant aire shoote forth their azure

And sent close messages of love to her at will: streames.

And ever and anone, when none was ware, Shee also dofte her heavy baberieon,

With speaking lookes, that close embassage bore, Which the faire feature of her limbs did hyde; He rov'd at her, and told his secret care; And her well-plighted frock, which she did won For all that art he learned had of yore: To tucke about her short when she did ryde, Ne was she ignoraunt of that leud lore, Shee low let fall, that flowd from her lanck syde But in his eye his meaning wisely redd, Downe to her foot with carelesse modestee.

And with the like him aunswerd evermore : Then of them all she plainly was espyde

Shee sent at him one fyrie dart, whose hedd To be a woman-wight, unwist to bee,

Empoisned was with privy lust and gealous dredd. The fairest woman-wight that ever eie did see. Like as Bellona (being late returnd

He from that deadly throw made no defence, From slaughter of the giaunts conquered ;

But to the wound his weake heart opened wyde: Where proud Encelade, whose wide nosethrils burnd The wicked engine through false influence With breathed flames like to a furnace redd,

Past through his eies, and secretly did glyde Transfixed with her speare downe tombled dedd

Into his heart, which it did sorely gryde. From top of Hemus by him heaped hye;)

But nothing new to him was that same paine, Hath loosd her helmet from ber lofty hedd,

Ne paine at all; for he so ofte had tryde And her Gorgonian shield gins to untye

The powre thereof, and lov'd so oft in vaine, From her lefte arme, to rest in glorious victorye.

That thing of course he counted, love to entertaine. Which whenas they beheld, they smitten were Thenceforth to her he sought to intimate With great amazement of so wondrous sight; His inward griefe, by meanes to bim well knowne: And each on other, and they all on her,

Now Bacchus fruit out of the silver plale Stood gazing; as if suddein great affright

He on the table dasht, as overthrowne, Had them surprizd : at last avising right Or of the fruitfull liquor overflowne;. Her goodly personage and glorious hew,

And by the dauncing bubbles did divine, Which they so much mistooke, they tooke delight Or therein write to lett his love be showne ; in their first error, and yett still anew

Which well she redd out of the learned line : With wonder of her beauty fed their hongry vev: A sacrament prophane in mistery of wine.

And, whenso of his hand the pledge she raught, Whenas the noble Britomart heard tell
The guilty cup she fained to mistake,

Of Trojan warres and Priams citie sackt,
And in her lap did shed her idle draught,

(The ruefull story of sir Paridell) Shewing desire her inward flame to slake.

She was empassiond at that piteous act, By such close signes they secret way did make With zelous envy of Greekes cruell fact Unto their wils, and one eies watch escape: Against that nation, from whose race of old Two eies him needeth, for to watch and wake, She heard that she was lineally extract: Who lovers will deceive. Thus was the ape, For noble Britons sprong from Trojans bold, By their faire handling, put into Malbeccoes cape. And Troynoyant was built of old Troyes ashes cold. Now, when of meats and drinks they had their fill, / Then, sighing soft awbile, at last she thus : Purpose was moved by that gentle dame

“ O lamentable fall of famous towne, Unto those knights adventurous, to tell

Which raignd so many yeares victorious, Of deeds of armes which unto them became,

And of all Asie bore the soveraine crowne, And every one his kindred and his name.

In one sad night consumd and throwen downe! Then Paridell, in whom a kindly pride

What stony hart, that heares thy haplesse fate, Of grativus speach and skill his words to frame Is not impierst with deepe coinpassiowne, Abounded, being glad of so fitte tide

And makes ensample of mans wretched state, Him to commend to her, thus spake, of al well eide: That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening

late! “ Troy, that art now nought but an idle name, And in thine ashes buried low dost lie,

“ Behold, sir, how your pitifull complaint Though whilome far much greater then thy fame, Hath fownd another partner of your payne: Before that angry gods and cruell skie

For nothing may impresse so deare constraint Upon thee heant a direful destinie;

As countries cause, and commune foes disdayne. What boots it buast thy glorious desceut,

But, if it should not grieve you backe agayne And fetch from Heven thy great genealogie, To turne your course, I would to heare desyre Sith all thy worthie prayses being blent

What to Aeneas fell; sith that men sayne Their ofspring hath embaste, and later glory shent! He was not in the cities wofull fyre

Consum'd, but did himselfe to safëty retyre." “ Most famous worthy of the world, by wbome That warre was kindled which did Troy inflame,

“ Anchyses sonne begott of Venus fayre." And stately towres of Ilion whilóme

Said he, “out of the flames for safegard fled, Brought unto balefull ruine, was by name

And with a remnant did to sea repayre; Sir Paris far renowmd through noble fame;

Where he, through fatall errour long was led Who, through great prowesse and bold hardinesse, Full many yeares, and weetiesse wandered From Lacedaemon fetcht the fayrest dame

From shore to shore emongst the Lybick sandes, That ever Greece did boast, or knight possesse,

Ere rest he fownd: much there he suffered, Whoin Venus to him gave for meed of worthinesse;

And many perilles past in forreine landes, (handes: • Fayre Helene, flowre of beautie excellent,

To save his people sad from victours vengefull And girlond of the mighty conquerours,

" At last in Latium he did arryve, That madest many ladies deare lament The heavie losse of their brave paramours,

Where he with cruell warre was entertaind Which they far off beheld from Trojan toures,

Of th’inlaud folke which sought him backe to drive,

Till he with old Latinus was constraind
And saw the fieldes of faire Scamander strowne
With carcases of noble warrioures

To contract wedlock, so the fates ordaind;
Whose fruitlesse lives were under furrow sowne,

Wedlocke contract in blood, and eke in blood And Xanthus sandy bankes with blood all over

Accomplished ; that many deare complaind:

The rivall slaine, the victour (through the food flowne!

Escaped hardly) hardly praisd his wedlock good. “ From him my linage I derive aright, Who long before the ten yeares siege of Troy,

“ Yet, after all, he victour did survive, Whiles yet on Ida he a shepeheard hight,

And with Latinus did the kingdom part: On faire Oenone got a lovely boy,

But after, when both nations gan to strive Whom, for remembrance of her passed ioy,

Into their pames the title to convart, She, of his father, Parius did name;

His sonne lülus did from thence depart Who, after Grcekes did Priams realme destroy,

With all the warlike youth of Troians bloud, Gathred the Trojan reliques sav'd from flame,

And in Long Alba plast bis throne apart;
And, with them sayling thence, to th' isle of Paros

Where faire it florisbed and long time stoud,
Till Romulus, renewing it, to Rome removd."

came.

" That was by him cald Paros, which before “ There; there,” said Britomart, "afresh appeard Hight Nausa; there he many yeares did raine, The glory of the later world to spring, And built Nausicle by the Pontick shore;

And Troy againe out of her dust was reard The which he dying lefte next in remaine

To sitt in second seat of severaine king To Paridas his sonne,

Of all the world, under her governing. From whom ( Paride il by kin descend:

But a third kingdoin yet is to arise But, for faire ladies love and glories gaine, Out of the Trojans scattered ofspring, My native soile have lefte, my dayes to spend That, in all glory and great enterprise, In seewing deeds of armes, my lives and labors end." Both first and second Troy shall dare to equalise.

“ It Troynovant is hight, that with the waves But all the while, that he these speeches spent, Of wealthy Thamis washed is along,

Upon his lips hong faire dame Hellenore Upon whose stubborne neck (whereat he raves With vigilant regard aud dew attent, With roring rage, and sore himselfe does throng, Fashioning worldes of fancies evermore That all men feare to tempt his billowes strong) In her fraile witt, that now ber quite forlore : She fastned hath her foot, which stands so by, The whiles unwares away her wondring eye That it a wonder of the world is song

And greedy cares her weake hart from her bore: In forreine landes; and all, which passen by, Which he perceiving, ever privily, Beholding it from farredoe think it threates the skye. In speaking, many false belgardes at her let fly. “ The Troian Bruté did first that citie fownd, So long these knightes discoursed diversly And Hygate made the meare thereof by west, Of straunge affaires, and noble hardiment, And Overt-gate by north: that is the bownd Which they had past with mickle jeopardy, Toward the land; two rivers bownd the rest. That now the humid night was farforth spent, So huge a scope at first him seemed best,

And hevenly lampes were halfendeale ybrent: To be the compasse of his kingdomes seat : Which th' old man seeing wel, who too long thought So huge a mind could not in lesser rest,

Every discourse, and every argument, Ne in small meares containe his glory great, Which by the houres he measured, besonight That Albion had conquered first by warlike feat." Them go to rest. So all unto their bowres were

brought.
“ Ah ! fairest lady-knight," said Paridell,
“ Pardon I pray my heellesse ersight,
Who had forgot that whylome I heard tell
From aged Mnemon; for my wits beene light.

CANTO X.
Indeed he said, if I remember right,
That of the antique Trojan stocke there grew

Paridell rapeth Hellenore;
Another plant, that raught to wondrous hight,

Malbecco her poursewes ; And far abroad his mighty braunches threw

Fynds emongst Satyres, whence with him Into the utmost angle of the world he knew,

To turne she doth refuse.

“ For that same Brute, whom much he did advaunce The morrow next, so soone as Phoebus lamp In all bis speach, was Sylvius his sonne,

Bewrayed had the world with early light, Whom having slain throughluckles arrowesglaunce, and fresh Aurora had the shady damp He fled for feare of that he had misdonne,

Out of the goodly Heven amoved quight, Or els for shame, so fowle reproch to shonne, Faire Britomart and that same Faery knight And with him ledd to sea an youthly trayne ; Uprose, forth on their iourney for to wend : Where wearie wandring they long time did wonne, But Paridell complaynd, that his late tight And many fortunes prov'd in th' ocean inayne, With Britomart so sore did him offend, And great adventures found, that now were long to That ryde he could not till his hurts he did amend. sayne.

So foorth they far'd; but he behind them stayd, “ At last by fatall course they driven were Maulgre his host, who grudged grivously Into an island spatious and brode,

To house a guest that would be needes obayd, The furthest north that did to them appeare: And of bis owne bim lefte not liberty: Which, after rest, they, seeking farre abrode, Might wanting measure moveth surquedry. Found it the fittest soyle for their abode,

Two things he feared, but the third was death; Fruitfull of all thinges fitt for living foode,

That fiers youngmans unruly maystery; But wholy waste and void of peoples trode,

His money, which he lov'd as living breath; (eath. Save an huge nation of the geaunts broode

And his faire wife, whom honest long he kept unThat fed on living flesh, and dronck mens vitall blood.

But patience perforce; he must abie “ Whom he, through wearie wars and labours long, What fortune and his fate on him will lay : Subdewd with losse of many Britons bold:

Fond is the fcare that findes no remedie. In which the great Goëmagot of strong

Yet warily he watcheth every way,
Corineus, and Coulin of Debon old,

By which he feareth evill happen may;
Were overthrowne and laide on th' earth full cold, so th' evill thinkes by watching to prevent :
Which quaked under their so hideous masse: Ne doth he suffer her, nor night nor day,
A famous history to bee enrold

Out of bis sight herselfe once to abscnt :
In everlasting moniments of brasse,

So doth he punish her, and eke himself torment. That all the antique worthies merits far did passe.

But Paridell kept better watch then hee, “ His worke great Troynovant, his worke is eke A fit occasion for his turne to finde. Faire Lincolne, both renowned far away;

False Love! why do men say thou canst not see, That who from east to west will endlong seeke, And in their foolish fancy feigne thee blinde, Cannot two fairer cities find this day,

That with thy charmes the sharpest sight doest Except Cleopolis ; so heard I say

binde,
Old Mnemon: therefore, sir, I greet you well And to thy will abuse? Thou walkest free,
Your countrey kin; and you entyrely pray And seest every secret of the minde;
Of pardon for the strife, which late befell

Thou seest all, yet none at all secs thee:
Betwixt us both unknowne.” So ended Paridell. All that is by the working of thy deitee.

So perfect in that art was Paridell,

Darke was the evening, fit for lovers stealth. That he Malbeccoes halfen eye did wyle; When chaunst Malbecco busie be elsewhere, His halfen eye he wiled wondrous well,

She to his closet went, where all his wealth And Hellenors both eyes did eke beguyle,

Lay hid; thereof she countlesse summes did reare, Both eyes and hart attonce, during the whyle The which she meant away with her to beare; That he there solourned his woundes to heale; The rest she fyr'd, for sport or for despight: 'That Cupid selfe, it seeing, close did smyle As Hellene, when she saw aloft appeare To weet how he her love away did steale, [veale. The Troiane flames and reach to Hevens hight, And bad that none their ioyous treason should re, Did clap her hands, and ioyed at that doleful sight; The learned lover lost no time nor tyde

The second Hellene, fayre dame Hellenore, That least avantage mote to him afford,

The wbiles her husband ran with sory baste Yet bore so faire a sayle, that none espyde To quench the flames which she had tyn'd before, His secret drift till he her layd abord.

Laught at his foolish labour spent in waste, Whenso in open place and commune bord

And ran into her lovers armes right fast; He fortun'd her to meet, with commune speach Where streight embraced she to him did cry He courted her; yet bayted every word,

And call alowd for helpe, ere helpe were past;
That his ungentle hoste n'ote him appeach For lo! that guest did beare her forcibly,
Of vile ungentlenesse or hospitages breach. And meant to ravish her, that rather had to dy!
But when apart (if ever her apart

The wretched man hearing her call for ayd,
He found) then his false engins fast he plyde, And ready seeing him with her to fly,
And all the sleights unbosomd in his hart:

In his disquiet inind was much dismayd :
He sigh’d, he sobd, he swownd, he perdy dyde,

But when againe he backward cast his eye, And cast himselfe on ground her fast besyde: And saw the wicked fire so furiously Tho, when againe he him bethought to live, Consume his hart, and scorch his idoles face, He wept, and wayld, and false laments belyde, He was therewith distressed diversely, Saying, but if she mercie would him give,

Ne wist be how to turne, nor to what place: That he mote algates dye, yet did his death forgive. Was never wretched man in such a wofull cace. And otherwhyles with amorous delights

Ay when to him she cryde, to her he turnd, And pleasing toyes he would her entertaine;

And left the fire; love, money overcame: Now singing sweetly to surprize her sprights,

But when he marked how his money burnd, Now making layes of love, and lovers paine, He left his wife; money did love disclame: Bransles, ballads, virelayes, and verses vaine ; Both was he loth to loose his loved dame, Oft purposes, oft riddles, he devysd,

And loth to leave his liefest pelfe behinde; And thousands like which fowed in his braine, Yet, sith he n'ote save both, he sav'd that same With which he fed her fancy, and entysd

Which was the dearest to his dounghill minde, To take to his new love, and leave her old despysd. The god of his desire, the ioy of misers blinde. And every where he might, and everie while Thus whilest all things in troublous uprore were, He did ber service dewtifull, and sewd

And all men busie to suppresse the flame, At band with humble pride and pleasing guile; The loving couple neede no reskew feare, So closely yet, that none but she it vevd,

But leasure had and Jiberty to frame Who well perceived all, and all indewd.

Their purpost flight, free from all mens reclame; Thus finely did he his false pets dispred,

And Night, the patronesse of love-stealth fayre, With which he many weake harts bad subdewd Gave them safe conduct till to end they came; Of yore, and many had ylike misled :

So beene they gone yfere, a wanton payre What wonder then if she were likewise carried ? Of lovers loosely knit, where list them to repayre. No fort so fensible, no wals so strong,

Soone as the cruell flames yslaked were, But that continuall battery will rive,

Malbecco, seeing how his losse did lye, Or daily siege, through dispurvayauuce long

Out of the flames which he had quencht whylere, And lacke of reskewes, will to parley drive; Into huge waves of griefe and gealosye And peece, that unto parley eare will give, Full deepe emplonged was, and drowned nye Will shortly yield itselfe, and will be made Twixt inward doole and felonous despight: The vassall of the victors will bylive:

He rav'd, he wept, he stampt, be lowd did cry; That stratagerne had oftentimes assayd

And all the passions, that in man may light, This crafty paramoure, and now it plaine display'd: Did him attonce oppresse, and vex his caytive

spright. For through bis traines he her intrapped hath, That she her love and hart bath wholy sold Long thus he chawd the cud of inward griefe, To him without regard of gaine, or scath,

And did consume his gall with anguish sore: Or care of credite, or of husband old,

Still when he mused on his late mischiefe, Whom she hath vow'd to dub a fayre cucquold. Then still the smart thereof increased more, Nought wants bat time and place, which shortly. And seemd more grievous then it was before: shee

At last when sorrow he saw booted nought, Devized hath, and to her lover told.

Ne griefe might not his love to him restore, It pleased well: so well they both agree;

He gan devise how her he reskew mought ; So readie rypé to ill, ill wemens counsels bee! Ten thousand wayes he cast in his confused thought

At last resolving, like a pilgrim pore,

“ What lady ?"_" Man," said Trompart, "take To search her forth whereso she might be fond,

good hart,
And bearing with him treasure in close store, And tell thy griefe, if any hidden lye:
The rest he leaves in ground : so‘akes in hond Was never better time to shew thy smart
To seeke her endlong both by sea and lond. Then now that noble succor is thee by,
Long he her sought, he sought her far and nere, That is the whole worlds cominune remedy."
And every where that he mote understond

That chearfal word his weak heart much did cheare, Of knights and ladies any meetings were;

And with vaine hope his spirits faint supply, And of each one he mett he tidings did inquere. That bold be sayd :,“ O most redoubted pere,

Vouchsafe with mild regard a wretches cace to heare." But all in vaine; his woman was to wise Ever to come into his clouch againe,

Then sighing sore, “ It is not long,” saide hee, And hee too simple ever to surprise

" Sith 1 enioyd the gentlest dame alive; The jolly Paridell, for all his paine.

Of whom a knight, (no knight at all perdee, One day, as he forpassed by the plaine

But shame of all that doe for honor strive) With weary pace, he far away espide

By treacherous deceipt did me deprive; A couple, seeming well to be his twaine,

Through open outrage he her bore away, Which hoved close under a forest side,

And with fowle force unto his will did drive; As if they lay in wait, or els themselves did bide. Which al good knights, that armes do bear this day,

Are bownd for to revenge and punish if they may. Well weened hee that those the same mote bee; And, as he better did their shape avize,

“ And you, most noble lord, that can and dare Him seemed more their maner did agree;

Redresse the wrong of miserable wight, For th' one was armed all in warlike wize,

Cannot employ your most victorious speare Whom to be Paridell he did devize;

In better quarrell then defence of right, And th' other, al yclad in garments light

And for a lady gainst a faithlesse knight: Discolourd like to womanish disguise,

So shall your glory be advaunced much, He did resemble to his lady bright;

And all faire ladies magnify your might, And ever his faint hart much earned at the sight: And eke myselfe, albee I simple such,

[rich."

Your worthy paine shall wel reward with guerdon And ever faine he towards them would goe, But yet durst not for dread approchen nie,

With that, out of his bouget forth he drew But stood aloofe, unweeting what to doe;

Great store of treasure, therewith him to tempt;

But he on it lookt scornefully askew,
Till that prickt forth with loves extremity,
That is the father of foule gealosy,

As much disdeigning to be so misdempt,
He closely nearer crept the truth to weet:

Ora war-monger to be basely nempt; But, as he nigher drew, he easily

And sayd; “ Thy offers base I greatly loth,

And eke thy words uncourteous and unkempt: Might scerne that it was not his sweetest sweet,

I tread in dust thee and thy money both; [wroth. Ne yet her belamour, the partner of his sheet:

That, were it not for shame"-So turned from him But it was scornefull Braggadochio,

But Trompart, that his maistres humor knew That with his servant Troinpart boverd there,

In lofty looks to hide an humble minde, Sith late he fled from his too earnest foe:

Was inly tickled with that golden vew, Whom such whenas Malbecco spyed clere,

And in his eare him rownded close behinde: He turned backe, and would have fled arere;

Yet stoupt he not, but lay still in the winde, Till Trompart, ronning hastely, him did stay

Waiting advauntage on the pray to sease ; And bad before bis soveraine lord appere:

Till Trompart, lowly to the grownd inclinde, That was him loth, yet durst he not gainesay,

Besought him his great corage to appease, And comming him before low loutrd on the lay.

And pardon simple man that rash did him displease. The boaster at him sternely bent his browe, Big looking like a doughty doucëpere, As if he could have kild him with his looke, At last he thus; “ Thou clod of vilest clay, That to the ground him meekely made to bowe, I pardon yield, and with thy rudenes beare; And awfull terror deepe into him strooke,

But weete henceforth, that all that golden pray, That every member of bis body quooke.

And all that els the vaine world vaunten may, Said he, “ Thou man of vought! what doest thou I loath as doung, ne deeme my dew reward: Unfitly furnisht with thy bay and booke, [here Fame is my meed, and glory vertuous pay: Where I expected one with shield and spere But minds of mortall men are muchell mard (gard.

To prove some deeds of armes upon an equall pere?" | And mov'd amisse with massy mucks unmeet re-
The wretched man at his imperious speach « And more; I graunt to thy great misery
Was all abasht, and low prostrating said ;

Gratious respect; thy wife shall backe be sent : “ Good sir, let not my rudenes be no breach And that vile knight, whoever that he bee, Unto your patience, ne be ill ypaid;

Which hath thy lady reft and knighthood shent, For I unwares this way by fortune straid,

By Sanglamort my swcrd, whose deadly dent A silly pilgrim driven to distresse,

The blood hath of so many thousands shedd, That seeke a lady”—There he suddein staid, I sweare cre long shall dearely it repent; And did the rest with grievous sighes suppresse,

Ne he twixt Heven and Earth shall hide his hedd, While teares stood in his cies, few drops of bitter- | But soone he shall be fownd, and shortly doen be nesse,

dedd."

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